Gemotions

The weight of the violin felt familiar against his shoulder. He closed his eyes, drawing the bow across the strings, the sound echoing in the empty practice room. The music flowed through him, a familiar comfort. He'd been working on the challenging concerto for weeks, and the notes seemed to dance effortlessly today. He'd wanted to show his mentor, Maestro Rossi, the progress he’d made, expecting his guidance and critique. A wave of emptiness washed over him when he saw the Maestro was not there, the spot where he always stood, empty.